Wednesday, September 23, 2009

A Story About Waiting

A few years ago, during our undergraduate degree, Eric and I took a school related art trip to New York. We had a great time, but ended up being incredibly sleep deprived by the end of our adventure. When it was time to head home we were eager to get on that plane, thinking about falling into the warm embrace of our bed in Missoula where we were living at the time. We took a pre-dawn flight out of New York, hoping to get home early in order to have a day to recuperate before we had to return to normal life. There was snow in the city, but it didn't seem like enough to constitute any delays. After a hectic dash to catch our plane we were on our way home.

We had one short layover in Denver before we were to catch our flight to Missoula. When we de-boarded our first plane we discovered that we had been bumped from our flight to Missoula. Apparently the snow in NYC had created something of a domino effect and they had a bit of a back up. Eric and I were unconcerned, we could handle a little wait.

We entertained ourselves in the usual manners. We rode the little conveyor belts in unique fashions. Do you do that? You know, going down the wrong way, running, walking backwards, etc. Once we had done that a few times we decided to get a bite to eat and a cup (gallon) of coffee, remember we were already sleep deprived at this point. After breakfast we went to check on our flight and discovered that maybe we could catch one in the early afternoon. With a few hours to kill we decided to try and find a quiet corner of the airport to rest and relax. Unfortunately there were many other folks who were also stranded in the airport, so there were no quiet places to wait, nowhere to sit.

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So, we rode the conveyor belts for what seemed like endless hours. Day turned into night. Some of our class came and went out on different airlines. We stayed in airport purgatory. Eric and I were too exhausted to really get upset. Instead we went to that strange place of sleep deprived hysteria, you know what I am talking about, the place where you can go from maniacal laughter to big teary sobs in a matter of seconds.

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Eventually we just gave into the process of waiting. We didn't fight it anymore. We just quietly sat on the floor near the desk and waited. I am not sure how long that lasted; we had gone to a place well beyond time and space. The wait did end. We later figured that we could have rented a car and driven to Missoula and half way back to DIA in the amount of time we spent at DIA, but that's not really the point of this tale.

We got onto our flight and made it home only to fall into a deep sleep in our warm bed, just filled with gratitude that we had FINALLY made it, in spite of all of the seemingly endless hours we spent hoping that our time was just around the corner.

So, today I submit to the process of waiting...

9 comments:

AKM said...

And, of course, in the immortal words of Tom Petty, the waiting is the hardest part. ;-)

We're all behind you! Everything will go well...I just know it.

Hugs and peace to you, the lady-in-waiting,
AKM

mrs boo radley said...

You have so much to look forward to! This is a beautiful time, no doubt.

affectioknit said...

...and of course, this time, you'll get there too...

Emily said...

Oh man, I totally know how tired you guys must have been. We had a long layover in Chicago once. We had just flown to the US from Europe and were severely jet lagged. I remember getting to the crazy stage of laughing one minute and crying the next.

..... Carmen said...

Waiting is the hardest part. I became obsessed with wishing Grace to arrive the week before her due date. Have you hit your due date yet? Sending you lots of labour vibes :)

Annie said...

This is exciting. I'm following two blogs at the moment where the baby could be born at any minute. I remember how it was, just waiting and getting impatient finally. But when it finally starts it's so amazing. How can your body know when to start and what to do? (yes I know it's hormones... but still) When the contractions start you just feel that you're in the hands of natural forces, it's so powerful and empowering.

Oh, I don't know how to explain it in English, I sound stupid, but I guess you know what I mean. :-)

the dwellers said...

We left on a 7 am flight... the morning after our wedding!! Had a FIVE hour layover in Cinncinati, spent another 1 1/2 hours waiting on the runway because of rain, then finally flew the last 7 hours to Europe.

Not the recommended schedule for your first day of marriage... trust us. :)

Your layover was a fun analogy for your current season of waiting. :)Soon, very soon!

sophie said...

And I suppose to add to that is the story about realising that you have no control over so many things, like when you will be able to board the elusive plane or when your baby will come! it's a tough lesson that one!

Nikki Cardigan said...

Great story and I can't believe I missed the point of your reminiscing... until the end!

Just as you and Eric made it home into your warm bed, your girl will be here soon.

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